You Couldn't Understand

We pull up to Waffle house about five minutes later, and the air is still saturated with awkward. I don't know what to think of Harry. I remember why I recognize him now. He's Mr. Popular at my school, East High. I think it's weird that he apparently "shags" so many girls, because everyone knows that he was dating that bitch Alexis for two years. Their breakup was more publicized than our principal getting busted with pot. That is how big of a deal they were.

I hesitate to get out of the car, "Can't you take me home? Or to Ashton's?"

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't treat you to waffles? Huh..." He's trying to wake up Niall, but blondie just goes on snoring, "Guess he's missing the food."

We get out of the car and go into waffle house, one of the few restaurants open at two in the morning. The overly perky college student working comes to hand us our menus and very obviously checks Harry out. Not that I care. I just want to get home. If eating a waffle will get me home, I'll eat the damn waffle.

"Ladies first," Harry insists when she comes back to take our orders.

"Oh, um, just a waffle please."

But slutface doesn't get this because she's too busy staring at Harry's lips and trying to show off her boobs. I clear my throat, but she doesn't even glance my way.

"Excuse me, miss, but my girlfriend is trying to order. So if you could so kindly do your job and write down her order, which was rather simple, that'd be lovely," Harry snaps her back into reality, "And I'll just have some chocolate chip waffles. Thanks."

The waitress blushes deeply and shuffles off to place our orders with the chef.

"Girlfriend?" I smirk.

"Got her to write down the order. That was the goal," he does that thing where he ruffles his hair with his hand. Damn. That's something.

"So, Harry, you got a last name?"

"Styles. And you?"

"Deyes. As in Alfie." I mutter, embarrassed that I just name-dropped my cousin.

"Nice. So, Ms. Deyes, would you like to play a game?" He grins.

"Not if you're going to smile at me like a serial killer." I retort.

"I wouldn't dare," he stops smiling immediately, "What game can we play? How about... Spin the bottle?"

That smirk could be the death of me. But I remember Niall's comment and the frequent shags, and remind myself that getting involved with a boy is the reason I am how I am. Parents tell girls that boys have cooties for good reason. If we believed that our whole lives we'd all be a lot safer. I think quick, what's a different game? A game that won't end with sex?

"I know! Truth!" I'm proud of this idea.

"Truth. What is truth?"

"Like truth or dare, but only truths and you have to answer." I explain.

"Or what? The death penalty?" He flashes that beautiful grin again and his green eyes twinkle and would it really be so bad if I... No. Stop Jamie. Boys are bad for you.

"If you don't answer, you get to ask me a final question. I answer, I win."

"I will take this challenge. Favorite food?"

"Actually... Waffles." I smile, "Favorite band?"

"Fleetwood Mac," he responds quickly, "Fears?"

"Car washes. first kiss?"

"I was eleven, she was thirteen. Lived down the street. Why car washes?" He questions.

"Is that your question?"

"Sure, why not?"

"I watched a csi where the killer was in this creepy rubber suit and was all bendy... Anyways, he crawled out of this woman's trunk and killed her while she was in the car wash. Gave me nightmares for months. I still check my trunk," I've never told anyone that before. This kid is doing weird things to me.

"Interesting. Your turn."

"Hmmm... Where are you from?" The accent has had me wondering this all night.

"Holmes Chapel. Pretty small. Oh look, waffles on the move!"

I look up to see slutface waking over with our waffles. The game temporarily forgotten, we dig in. Harry very impressively swallows both of his waffles in half the time it takes me to work through my one. After we finish, we chatter for a few minutes and Trixie, I read her name tag, comes to collect the plates. We get up and pay, then walk back out to the car.

"Jamie?" Harry stops me from opening the car door.

"Yeah?" I don't know what he could possibly have to say.

"I meant it when I said I had a feeling we're going places. I'm glad I saved you." Those eyes were burning into mine, and I could feel my legs turning to jello.

"Harry... Whether you're a whore or not, I'm not going to be 'another one'. This was... out of the usual for me. A one time thing." Wow. Who knew saying a simple sentence could be so difficult.

His eyes flick down to my lips briefly and I know he's going to kiss me. Will I stop him? I don't know. But surprisingly he just reaches around me and opens my car door before going around and climbing into the driver's seat. We continue to play truth as I direct him to my house. As we pull up in the driveway, I feel his questions.

"Your parents won't care that you're coming home at three thirty in the morning?" He asks the question I hate so much.

"It's just my mom... She's probably at her boyfriends though..." I mumble.

"Oh... Well, I don't want to leave you alone. When will she be back?" He's just trying to be polite but it's killing me.

"Probably any minute. It's fine, just go," I lie easily. Practice makes perfect.

But apparently he sees through my lie.

"I'll wait with you. We can watch a movie. You got a couch I can put him on?"

"I guess..." I admit I like the idea of not being alone tonight.

I lead Harry into my big, empty house and motion for him to lay Niall down upstairs in my old playroom. If you can call a flat-screen and futon a playroom. I then lead him down to the theater in the basement.

"You can sit wherever, except that seat. That one's mine," I say, pointing at a seat in the front row.

He takes the seat next to the one I pointed at and I tell him to pick a movie while I run upstairs and get changed. I throw my hair into a bun and put on some sweatpants before going back down and grabbing blankets, popcorn, and drinks. I know if he plans on waiting for my mom, we'll be here for a while. When I walk into the theater I'm truly amazed to see the movie he chose.

"Hercules?" I ask in awe.

"It was my favorite growing up. Can't beat Disney." He says as if I shouldn't even be questioning his selection.

"Well, I've got supplies," I say as I hand him a blanket and settle into my seat, "Hit play."

Notes

If you don't know who Alfie is, go watch him on youtube. He's wonderful. It's my fanfic and if I want to involve all my crushes, then why the hell not? Also, I stole the truth thing from a book I read. (Thanks Sarah Dessen!) Hope you like it(:

--JKM